Work on Weekends

24Jan

Work has become such an integral part of life today that spouses tend to ignore each other. One starts ignoring the other and then the other retaliates by returning that lack. The cycle does not end, and gets particularly acute when work happens on successive weekends. In the end a little voice hits one spouses’ conscience- the voice of emotion, something hard to terminate.

Excuse me, but there is only this much of me that you can ignore.

I have wings, I fly, return, always through the night windows when the draft

Shifts those curtains, that’s me in the moon shadows.

Talk to me for god’s sake, eliminate bad taste, it’s easy if you try

If only you two can spend a little time, an hour or two, taking me in your arms

Like a new-born babe, if only you two could fall in love again, then?

You are cold like night chill. Your eyes look sideways, you don’t drink each other in,

Something is cracking and falling apart, a vase of flowers, promises on the floor.

Do you really think you can go on living, living, dying like fossils. How long?

You’ll always dig me up in the end even if you don’t want to, like a picture or a letter

Wedged angular in a drawer so memories wouldn’t keep. You buried me in prayer before I died,

Reflections come rising up with the waves, so don’t even try to dissect the murmer in the heart that

Wonderful use of implied dialogue here between the relevant parties. I particularly liked the mixture of the spiritual with the fleshly, erasing the dividing line as it actually should be erased in a marriage.

Wow, Neel–that is the Coolest way I’ve ever heard it put, in my whole crazy life!! You have to be with “the person who likes that side of you that you don’t”. Not that I actually have the energy to seek anyone again–but I’m curious how one would pursue that “find”. Generally–so I’ve heard–one is supposed to advertise all his/her positives….